Nurse Graham, item 21

• November 29, 2017 20:56:35 Thomas A. Lingner

        Alex. Smith         Major RGA

  25-1-18

   Sister Graham! must we leave you?

  Sister Graham! mayn't we stay?

  Is it Capt 'Ssh who's jealous

  Driving us away?

  Sister Graham will I really

  Never be pin pricked again?

  For your presence I could nearly

  Bear the horrid pain.

  
  

  But no! ma soeur, I near forgot!

  There is one wicked, awful blot

  Upon your charming head.

  You love that stinking ether stuff.

  You never seem to have enough.

  I'd rather die on the ocean rough

  Than be sick in bed.

               so, alas! au revoir 

                                       J NS Cole Lt

                                    2nd Rifle R

                                                 25- 

• July 3, 2017 17:34:03 Annick Rodriguez

        Alex. Smith         Major RGA

  25-1-18

   Sister Graham! must we leave you?

  Sister Graham! mayn't we stay?

  Is it Capt 'Ssh who's jealous

  Driving us away?

  Sister Graham will I really

  Never be pin pricked again?

  For your presence I could nearly

  Beat the horrid pain.

  
  

  But no! ma soeur, I near forgot!

  There is one wicked awful blot

  Upon your charming head.

  You love that stinking ether stuff.

  You never seem to have enough.

  I'd rather die on the ocean rough

  Than be sick in bed.

               so, alas! au revoir 

                                       J NS Cole Lt

                                    2/nd Rifle R

                                                 25- 

  
  

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• July 3, 2017 17:33:47 Annick Rodriguez

        Alex. Smith         Major RGA

  25-1-18

   Sister Graham! must we leave you?

  Sister Graham! mayn't we stay?

  Is it Capt 'Ssh who's jealous

  Driving us away?

  Sister Graham will I really

  Never be pin pricked again?

  For your presence I could nearly

  Beat the horrid pain.

  
  

  But no! ma soeur, I near forgot!

  There is one wicked awful blot

  Upon your charming head.

  You love that stinking ether stuff.

  You never seem to have enough.

  I'd rather die on the ocean rough

  Than be sick in bed.

               so, alas! au revoir 

                                       J NS Cole Lt

                                    2/nd Rifle R

                                                 25-

  
  

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